The river gates are opened; the palace trembles.
He calls his officers; they stumble as they come forward; they hasten to the wall, and the screen is set up.
It is decreed that the city be exiled, its slave women led away, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.
Look at your troops: they are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your foes; fire has devoured the bars of your gates.